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the mob is the most ruthless of tyrants;
Giants in
Their promises, but those obtained, weak pigmies
In their performance.
The saviors of the world, society's last hope.
But who guards the guardians?
One rich Man hath Lands, not only more than he can manage, but so much, that letting them out to others, he is supplied with a large over-plus, so needs no farther care.
Princes of courtesy, merciful, proud and strong.
These Sultans of the fastnesses were turbaned with tumbled volumes of cloud, which shredded away from time to time and drifted off fringed and torn, trailing their continents of shadow after them;
Hear all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.
garish displays of wealth,
Rich with the spoils of nature.
How they loved to promise heads, these men who would be king.
First Moloch, horrid king, besmirched in blood, Of Human sacrifice, and parent's tears, Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud, Their childrens' cries unheard, that passed through fire, To his grim idol.
As a child growing up in the precincts of wealth, and later as a college student, newspaper reporter and resident of New York's Upper East Side, I got used to listening to the talk of financial killings and sexual misalliance that animates the conversation of the rich and the familiars of the rich.
They beg to a Silver king, and spit upon Red queens.
Pale death kicks with impartial foot at the hovels of the poor and the towers of kings.
Mountain bats, those massive serpentine creatures of myth. Those ancient scavengers of the battlefield.
Mortals trotted about in shoes and corsets made to limit movement, fashion for prey.
The Lord of Rags and Tatters.
Hunters for gold or pursuers of fame, they all had gone out on that stream, bearing the sword, and often the torch, messengers of the might within the land, bearers of a spark from the sacred fire.
poachers and Methodies, of course. Oh,
Live like a Pharaoh, party like a wild dog...
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth.
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.
There is a rabble among the gentry as well as the commonalty; a sort of plebeian heads whose fancy moves with the same wheel as these men?in the same level with mechanics, though their fortunes do sometimes gild their infirmities and their purses compound for their follies.
Unicorns rule the world
obsequious courting of the mob
Men of England! who inheritRights that cost your sires their blood.
The suitors: a hundred of the greediest, evilest cut-throats who'd ever lived.
Those small brown men who sell their sisters on the streets of Cairo were once the mighty Egyptians.
The rich - they just live in another realm, really.
They are Nietzsche's over-men, these primitive Albanians - something between kings and tigers.
A pauper in the midst of wealth.
those ghouls who enter into a macabre dance with pot-bellied netas.
What do you call those things at the bottom of rivers? Frogs? Stones? Unsuccessful gangsters?
Noseless and Handless, the Lannister Boys.
...which recall(s) a moment in time when raw excess made them a casual aristocracy, apart from the rest of the world.
These Stepsons tread where mortals don't belong, some of us think. They seek out battle high above their station. Who knows what powers may yet take them and their mystic allies to task, bring them their comeuppance?
Those are the murderers of art who are sitting on the top wearing crowns of fake intelligence. Let me bring them down with the power of my art, without delaying the matter further.
These are the lords
That have bought titles: men may merchandise
Wares, ay and traffic in all commodities
From sea to sea, and from shore to shore:
But in my thought, of all things that are sold,
'Tis pity honor should be bought for gold:
It cuts off all desert.
The common herd of "burghers", those cattle, complete with horns, who turn millstones with their bare hands.
They call me, King.
When the court is arrayed in splendor, The fields are full of weeds, And the granaries are empty. Some wear gorgeous clothes, Carry sharp swords, And indulge in food and drink; They have more possessions than they can use. They are robber barons. This is certainly not the way of Tao.
Businessmen they drink my wine, come and taste my herb.
Here's to the charlatans, the pretenders, the pawns and the knights. For without them, this play would have no kings.
What are the children of men, but as leaves that drop at the wind's breath?
There is not one of us that would not be worse than kings, if so continually corrupted as they are with a sort of vermin called flatterers.
Nordlings. The men before men, creatures of great power and incredible cruelty.
Gipsies, who every ill can cure,
Except the ill of being poor
Who charms 'gainst love and agues sell,
Who can in hen-roost set a spell,
Prepar'd by arts, to them best known
To catch all feet except their own,
Who, as to fortune, can unlock it,
As easily as pick a pocket.
things riding mules
GIANTS RATS- I Slap all my enemies in the face! And shatter the teeth of the wicked, in the name of Jesus, flee toothless into the bush!
Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.
Man who rules the mob only as long as he says what the mob wants him to say.
Tis admirable to consider, how Powerful the Kings are, yet they move by the Breath of their People.
The Commanding Heights
To many-towered Camelot
the most dangerous members of the criminal class - the criminals of great wealth.
We sell the thrones of angels for a short and turbulent pleasure.
The common people are but ill judges of a man's merits; they are slaves to fame, and their eyes are dazzled with the pomp of titles and large retinue. No wonder, then, that they bestow their honors on those who least deserve them.
Miserable mortals who like leaves at one moment flame with life eating the produce of the land and at another moment weakly perish.
THE ELITES AND THE LESSERS, ONE LOOKS DOWN UPON THE OTHER.
IF YOU'RE A ROAMER, YOU'RE NO LONGER PART OF THE ELITES.
BECOMING A NEW-LESSER MAY SAVE YOU. IF ONLY FOR A LITTLE WHILE.
THREE ISLANDS TWO COLLIDE THE THIRD IS A MYSTERY.
Greeders who plunder and steal from their people - not only steal their supporters and their childrens' future, but they also smash their mindsets and create learned helplessness that ensures people stay small.
The supreme rulers are hardly known by their subjects. The lesser are loved and praised. The even lesser are feared. The least are despised.
They were drones, men costumed in independent thought who'd become slaves of party groupspeak. (p. 4)
To be rich is to have a ticket of admission to the masterworks and chief men of each race. It is to have the sea, by voyaging; to visit the mountains, Niagara, the Nile, the desert, Rome, Paris, Constantinople: to see galleries, libraries, arsenals, manufactories.
who fashion idols are nothing, and the things they delight in do not profit.
Today the tyrant rules not by club or fist, but disguised as a market researcher, he shepherds his flocks in the ways of utility and comfort.
We are the heirs of the ages
Fame, that public destruction of one in process of becoming, into whose building-ground the mob breaks, displacing his stones.
I'm a gambler, a farmboy, and I'm here to take command of your bloody army!
Mat Cauthon
Watchful are the Gods of all Hands with slaughter stained. The black Furies wait, and when a man Has grown by luck, not justice, great, With sudden overturn of chance They wear him to a shade, and, cast Down to perdition, who shall save him?
Lord of the Muck.
Vain the ambition of kings Who seek by trophies and dead things To leave a living name behind, And weave but nets to catch the wind.
These hoards of wealth you can unlock at will.
Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold.
All kings is mostly rapscallions, as fur as I can make out.
Popular men, They must create strange monsters, and then quell them, To make their arts seem something.
A flock of seagulls rise and swoop above the black profile of the moor, and they are so luminous, so fragile, it would be easy to mistake them for shreds of paper.
from centuries past, as well as contemporary billionaires, such
The whole world is in revolt. Soon there will be only five Kings left
the King of England, the King of Spades, The King of Clubs, the King of Hearts, and the King of Diamonds.
Dreamers dream dreams and rich people create plans and build bridges to their dreams.
Peace to the shacks! War on the palaces!
That which the enemy meant to destroy through trafficking, I will raise up as an unstoppable army in the days ahead, for that generation will be My generation! I call you, 'My Army that is Unstoppable!' I call you, 'My Kingdom Swarm,' and you shall invade the kingdoms of the earth.
From kings to cobblers 'tis the same; Bad servants wound their masters' fame.
There is only one true aristocracy ... and that is the aristocracy of passionate souls!
Aristocrats have heirs, the poor have children, and the rest keep dogs.
Genghises. Large, angry Genghises.
Woe is the mind of the common man, so easily controlled by the prospect of an ambition never to be truly attained. This is what tyrants live on and by what commoners are blissfully burdened and subdued.
The true leaders of our time, the legends of this world or the movers of the movers are the towering figures that are blessed with beautiful minds, receptive ears and directing voices. They are the ones we should emulate in life.
But the kings of modern times, restrained by the limits of mere probability, have neither courage nor desire. They fear the eat that hears their orders, and the eye that scrutinizes their actions.
Justice waits upon the great, Interest holds the scale, and Riches turns the balance.
The throne of God in the world is not on human thrones, but in human depths, in the manger. Standing around his throne there are no flattering vassals but dark, unknown, questionable figures who cannot get their fill of this miracle and want to live entirely by the mercy of God.
them but the extremest limit of the land; loitering under
The monotonous beauty of wealth.
The moderation of men in the most exalted fortunes is a desire to be thought above those things that have raised them so high.
Men of vision. Oh, I love the fine names men give each other to hide their greed and lust for adventure.
I'm a monster," said the shadow of the Marquess suddenly. "Everyone says so."
The Minotaur glanced up at her. "So are we all, dear," said the Minotaur kindly. "The thing to decide is what kind of monster to be. The kind who builds towns or the kind who breaks them.
At the bottom of all these noble races the beast of prey, the splendid blond beast, prowling about avidly in search of spoil and victory ...
This group had a kind of dark glamour within the castle. They were a motley collection; a mixture of the weak seeking protection, the ambitious seeking some shared glory, and the thuggish gravitating toward a leader who could show them more refined forms of cruelty.
Riches have wings, and grandeur is a dream.
For the mob, habituated to feed at the expense of others, and to have its hopes of a livelihood in the property of its neighbors, as soon as it has got a leader sufficiently ambitious and daring, being excluded by poverty from the sweets of civil honors, produces a reign of mere violence.
the greatest trick of kings is to fool the poor into thinking we have common cause with the rich simply because we live on the same bog. Then the poor get their heads split open in the battles they fight so the rich can keep their wine cellars well stocked.